Poems (Ryan)/Though Bright
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THOUGH BRIGHT.
Though bright is the smile that's parting your lips, And sweet the words you are saying; Though sparkling the cup which young Cupid sips, As with my poor heart he is playing, Go leave me alone, for I wish to be free; My poor heart in thralldom would break; Yet stay, for I feel love's fetters on me, While I not a protest can speak.
Go list to to a bird, as he sings of love, So plaintive the notes which he trills; Then ask why I shun the net Cupid wove And refuse the cup that he fills. Love smiles, and I see 'tis useless and vain To attempt to resist him now, For my quickened heart is throbbing with pain, Or with joy that's akin to woe.